Chapter 8： School grass first love 8

Chapter 8 The first love of the school grass 8

Wen Ling copied and pasted for a while, and felt so boring.

The little head moved, then turned his head.

Canruo Xingchen’s peach blossom eyes blinked, and the voice of her mouth was soft and suspicious: "Wen Heng, have you written the math paper?"

Liu Xinhan, who was still copying his homework, was taken aback, thinking that he should be a scumbag, why did he still find a **** of school?

Moreover, how could the papers for studying God have not been written?

The problem is that it’s not easy to borrow if you write it.

Wen Heng had just returned to his position and was about to take a Chinese book to review it, but he heard the little girl’s soft voice like cotton.

The cold eyes were slightly lifted. It was clear that in the last few days, there was always nothing wrong with the little idiot who had been teasing him. Originally, Wen Heng wanted to sneer, but politely refused.

But when the little girl kept blinking and she had some pitiful big eyes, she was ready to speak, but she couldn't say it if she didn't know why.

is like those words that I prepared, the temperature is too high, and I have started to burn my mouth.

Wen Heng didn't quite understand this kind of complicated emotions. After reacting, he pressed his lips in displeasedness, then slowly found out his own math paper and handed it over.

"Return me before the end of the evening self-study." The voice of the mouth seemed to be the clear mountain breeze, revealing the natural taste and sweetness.

Wen Ling likes the natural taste the most. It would be even better if it was the earthy smell.

However, the benefactor’s voice must be the best in the world.

So, she also likes to hear this voice.

"Yeah." After Wen Ling responded cleverly, he turned around.

Leave Wen Heng a thin back, and a hint of sweetness, like the smell of shampoo?

The small face with the big palm shook before his eyes, and Wen Heng didn't feel any impression.

But when he lowered his head to read the book, his eyes were always shaking unconsciously. The girl's pink lips were gently pressed up and down, and then she lighted her head and said, "Yeah."

Even the sound is soft.

At first, he felt that the sound was soft like cotton. At this moment, Wen Heng felt that it was softer than cotton, like a cloud that was blown away by the wind.

It is soft and makes people want to explore more.

The chaotic emotions suddenly broke into his mind that only pretended to be knowledge.

Wen Heng closed his eyes a little irritably, and then opened his eyes. Although there is more clarity in the bottom of his eyes, it is just that the efficiency of reading is still reduced.

Wen Heng is not stupid. It is impossible not to know the tricks of the little fool sitting in front of him.

It's just that he always likes to watch fools who think they are clever jumping around, so she let her make a fuss there.

Don’t bother yourself, everything is easy to say, plus, Wen Heng is also annoyed by the softness of receiving love letters every day.

If you have a girlfriend, whether it’s real or fake, it’s okay to see it as real in the eyes of others.

Let her go to block the peach blossoms, and she is happy to take it easy.

So, he saw the little trick in the front seat, but he never picked it up, and even meant to let it develop.

But, the mood is not right tonight.

No, no, no, it's not that he is in the wrong mood.

But the front seat is not right.

The eyes from the previous front seat looked at people, they were all light, and the whole person was a bitch.

But the glance just now was simple and clean, and there seemed to be a trace of worship.

What do you say about that look?

It’s like watching Dad...

After reacting, Wen Heng's lips pressed deeper, and his eyebrows became a bit cold.

Go to his mother’s father, won’t the front seat be mad?

(End of this chapter)